Quotes About Loneliness

Abandonar a la persona con la que se ha vivido una década puede ser tremendo, pero no menos tremendo es para el que ha sido abandonado pedirle a aquel con quien ha vivido una década que vuelva.

A la pérdida del olfato (una cosa terrible, vi un documental sobre el tema el otro día. Vera, Vera, vamos, Vera, vení). A la policía. A los estadios de fútbol. A las tormentas eléctricas. A la soledad. A las muchedumbres. A la violencia. A la vejez. Al sida, al cáncer (entra en enfermedad). A la impotencia (¿entra en soledad?). A los ladrones. A la electricidad. A sufrir (entran todos los miedos juntos y se agrega el amor).

Estaba pálida, no se había depilado, jamás se hubiera exhibido de esa forma si me amara; nunca unas piernas me habían hecho sentir tan solo.

Caí en la cuenta de que no tenía amigos (yo no tenía amigos). Los había perdido, había dejado de verlos, de llamarlos, de interesarme por ellos.

People claim that love is the deepest feeling, but don't you believe it. Loneliness is the most affecting of human emotions. Nothing makes life more vivid. If you wish to live in the moment, I recommend intense loneliness.

A man can be whip smart and witty and caught up in the gale of life, chatting up roomfuls of people and making them laugh till their teeth damn near fall out, and at the same time, he can be the world's loneliest, most miserable creature.

Yes," thought Elizabeth, "a summer with so few balls would be miserable indeed for a girl who thinks of little else.

I know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in—and I am sure my dinners are good enough for her, since she is an unmarried woman of seven-and-twenty, and as such should expect little more than a crust of bread washed down with a cup of loneliness.

Are you a male tired of using your right hand because of lack of sexual partners? Use the left hand.

We priests are in some ways a sad group of men. Born into the world to render service to mankind, there is no one more wretchedly alone than the priest who does not measure up to his task.

What a world, thought Kugel; whoever you were, wherever you were, whatever time of the day or night, you could open your back door and call out I know you're out there motherfucker, and nine times out of ten you'd be right.

The worlds of poverty and wealth collided, and I guess I felt a little dose of what the experts call culture shock. According to Mother Teresa, it is among the wealthy that we can find the most terrible poverty of all— loneliness. So perhaps I was still among the poorest of the poor, but these poor folks had some cash!

According to Mother Teresa, it is among the wealthy that we can find the most terrible poverty of all—loneliness. So perhaps I was still among the poorest of the poor, but these poor folks had some cash!

we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse

When the cold winds come and find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those madmen's eyes

All my fans tell me what a glamorous life I have, but I tell them how hard I work and how many nights I spend alone with my dogs, eating chicken pot pie in my bedroom.

She raised her sad blue eyes to mine. "It's going to be so boring here without you. And I'm going to have to deal with Grandmother on my own! You need to e-mail, text, call, send smoke signals--whatever--and tell me everything you're doing." I laughed. "Yes, I know. Every day. I promise.

But when she turned her back to the lights, she saw that the night was so dark...She could not see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than she could know. She understood, suddenly and keenly, that she was too small to run away, and she sat on the damp ground and cried.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.

That's what I'm trying to tell you. You're irresistible." "I am not." "I'm not happy about it. You really are the most irritating person I've ever met. I'd managed to avoid any women of any temptation whatsoever for four years—a very easy task in Pembrook Park. Things were going splendidly, I was right on track to die alone and unnoticed. And then …

I don't want you to be lonely," Cedar couldn't help saying. "Or hungry! You two always forget to go shopping till the cupboards are bare. I'll be right back." She grabbed some baskets and ran out of the house. Old Mother Hubbard's Corner Market was always open early, so Cedar filled her baskets with Pinocchio's and Gepetto's favorite foods: bread, fruitcake, sardines, and humble pie.

She shut her curtains, locked the door, and lifted her mattress, pulling out last year's Sustainable Logging Lumberjack Calendar. She flipped through the pages and sighed. Yes, the lumberjacks had chiseled jaws, warm eyes, and broad shoulders beneath flannel shirts.

It wasn't easy being single and pushing forty in a big family group, and he guessed that's what was eating at her. He knew how it felt. He slept alone and he ate alone. He watched television alone and, when he was reading a book and came across an exceptionally good passage, he had nobody to share it with.

La ayuda puede llegar cuando menos te lo esperas, y es bueno recordarlo, porque significa que nunca estamos realmente solos. Aunque parezca que lo estemos.